A quirky tale about a youth who may or may not be [the reincarnation of] Don Juan De Marco, but certainly dresses and seduces as though he were.

***************************Don Juan De Marco. A quirky tale about a youth who may or may not be [the reincarnation of] Don Juan De Marco, but certainly dresses and seduces as though he were. But the one woman he cannot have drives him crazy, so he tries to commit suicide, which brings in Marlon Brando as a clinical psychologist to “save” him. Naturally, this prompts Don Juan to retell his life and seduction of over 1,000 women via sessional flashbacks. The movie is far fluffier than it intended, and its cushy feel allows one to become too comfortable in a setting that should be more provocative and involving. As a romance of sorts, Don Juan De Marco’s intentions (or writer/director Jeremy Leven’s intentions) are amiable, but a big problem is the artificial and gleeting sentimentality. When Brando becomes enraptured by the storytelling and is compelled to instaurate his marriage, it is sweet, but it’s also too viscid. There are a couple of really nice moments that come out of all the tale-telling and reacting, but nothing to sustain any impact or lasting feeling. Cushy it might be in appearance, but it is also pretty flat. Brando is eccentric enough to make the material his I suppose, but rather than gliding through it and making it look like cake, he stands out and calls too much attention to himself as though when he ate the cake, he left a large smudge on his face. Johnny Depp as the object of lust and romance is the perfect look for the character, and while he is affable in the role, there is still an undeniable emptiness.